VIP Treatment

After popping in to Spinneys for milk and bread, I had a quick look around for someone to donate my ticket to... "Every ticket you give away means 1 Dirham less for the municipality" someone once said. That's not quite my philosophy - I'd be more inclined towards "Do unto others what you'd like them to do unto you" or something...

Anyhoo, just then a Merc drew up next to me and an elderly gent stepped out. I wound down my window and offered him the ticket. He was so grateful it was heartbreaking and I really felt I'd done my good deed for the year. As I pulled out I noticed that he didn't seem quite sure what to do with the ticket. Eventually, he realised that he had to open the door and put it on the dashboard. 

As my new BFF waved energetically and I drove off, I noticed his VIP number-plate.

The chap has probably never bothered buying a ticket in his life and I bet the boys in beige wouldn't dare tag him for it either. It doesn't bother me really, I've got a new mate and the look on his face was priceless!